I'm bored. Guess what? It's Friday! (E: naruto!!) To a majority of sec 4s, it means less teaching, more time for self-study at home. Everyone has more or less started their o level revision. Depending on your revision status, click on the new links at the top right hand of the page.

While in the canteen before music, ruri, megan and I went to explore the new piano installed at a corner of the canteen. It was like some "baby upright" (I derived that from baby grands). There were only about 5 octaves, 2 pedals and I felt tall standing next to it. I think students are just going to destroy the piano sooner or later, worse than what they did to the one in the hall. I predict Jie Ying is going to be inspired to spend her free periods polishing the canteen piano soon. Oh and her next appointment with the hall piano isn't too far from now. And talk about the school trying to prevent H1N1 from spreading. Putting up the new exercise machine and the piano there is just making things worse. Any student who touched anything before could touch the structure, then more students would follow suit. Just imagine the multitude of bacteria and germs infesting the piano. Sure, it's a good idea to put an interactive exercise machine and a piano for every one's entertainment (or in some cases, the torture of every one's ears), but maybe not if they still want to uphold their H1N1 measures.

I've been advised to write my will in case I die of eating Ck's sandwiches tomorrow. Here goes:
Err.. I don't know. I don't even have much property to give away. In case I die, I'll return everything I own to my parents. Just cremate me or if possible, donate my body parts for useful purposes. And thanks to everyone who helped me along at any point in my short life. Oh yea, and please get on with life.

Typing that reminded me of the Michael Jackson memorial service. There were many people who said great things about MJ and thanked him for all the wonderful memories and contributions to the world. The only thing - MJ was gone.

That brings me to my next point - the book, Tuesdays with Morrie.

Morrie had a better idea. He made some calls. He chose a date. And on a cold Sunday afternoon, he was joined in his home by a small group of friends and family for a "living funeral." Each of them spoke and paid tribute to my old professor. Some cried. Some laughed. One woman read a poem:

"My dear and loving cousin ...
Your ageless heart
as you move through time, layer on layer,
tender sequoia ..."

Morrie cried and laughed with them. And all the heartfelt things we never get to say to those we love, Morrie said that day. His "living funeral" was a rousing success.

Only Morrie wasn't dead yet.

Few people die without regrets. I don't think I'll ever arrange a "living" funeral for myself. I think it's more important to live every day like a "living" funeral. That way, we appreciate others better and can live our life without regrets.